Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Namibia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Country Teasers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.